To My Hunna…

It all started during my first pregnancy one night around midnight. I remember calling downstairs, begging the Wild Boar to make me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich (and of course to deliver it to my bed). Ladies, you all know during the first pregnancy is when requests like this get answered in a moment’s notice. I took full advantage. Terrible but true.

Anyways, I was calling him, “Honey, honey, honey bunny (most likely he was on the phone with a patient and here I was wailing for food from my bed) honey, hunna, hunna bunna, hunna, hunna, hunna”.

He made my sandwich. delivered it to my bedside and started calling me hunna. I called him hunna back. I know, it’s uneventful, but the name stuck and nine years later, we are still using it.

We loudly and proudly call each other Hunna across store aisles, in airports, parking lots and restaurants. People stare at us like we’ve used some crazy term of endearment. Is it really that odd?

We rarely call each other by name. In fact, I’m sure if he called me by name I wouldn’t even answer him, thinking he wasn’t talking to me.

Well, today is my Hunna’s birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY HUNNA! And even though we can’t be together, the kids and I are thinking of you and sending you a very big, birthday hug.

I love you and am terribly lucky to have found you. You are the keeper of my heart and dreams; thank you for always handling them with care.

What’s amazing about this day is not only is it my Hunna’s birthday but it is also the birthday of two of my very, very close friends, Tarri and Kristy. These two women have and continue to enrich my life each year I know them. I can always count on them in a pinch and both have brought so much to my life. Happy Birthday ladies! You. Are. The. Best.

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What a sweet tribute to your ‘Hunna’. My Hubby and I have never used terms of endearment for each other. At the most I would call him ‘Hubs’, and he actually rarely uses my name. He just looks at me and addresses me. So it is still thrilling after 35 years to have him say my name.There is the occasional nick name, that’s another story, this is your story…your beloved Hunna has a birthday! Happy birthday Wild Boar!

We have several nicknames for each other. (I even embroidered one of a pair of DH’s boxers once as a Valentine’s Day gift. LOL) Happy BD to your hunna and your girlfriends! I am sure you will have a fabulous make-up feast for him later.

I like the way you celebrate your “Hunna’s” birthday. You bake him a cake and you eat it! Good Girl! lol Pet names are strange at times…our pet names for each other is “Darl”. We both have a habit of shortening a lot of our terms of endearment.

That’s a great story. My parents never called each other by name, it was always “Dear”, “yes dear”, “no dear”, “dear, the phone’s for you.” I was at least 7 years old before I understood they had real names.

Happy Birthday Wild Boar!!! My hubby and I never call each other by our first names either, never. It would sound so strange after all this time to call him by his first name! I call him honey, he calls me baby.

My hubby calls me wife. When the girls were little they thought he was saying “life” We discovered this when they took a message to him, “Papa, your life wants you.” It was cute and it stuck. If my husband called me Karen I would think I was in trouble. Probably am after my thrift store hunting expedition today.Happy Birthday Wild Boar.I did wonder at the start of the post if you were thinking of adding to the family, you know a large amount of sons for the vineyard.

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